Or at least, they do in guidebooks. I got snookered twice today: the Natural History Museum's dinosaur section is closed for renovations (and the remainder, while not bad, was comparable to the Harvard Peabody Museum's natural history section, minus the glass flowers - ok, but nothing to write home about), and the Currywurst Museum, which I was really excited about, does not seem to actually exist. The latter is the bigger letdown: I have fallen madly in love with currywurst, and the idea of going to a currywurst museum was simply mindblowing. I was going to buy at least one t-shirt. Maybe 2, if they were cool enough. But alas, no such luck. So now I sit in the hotel room, and curse the currywurst museum gods for abandoning me.